Billionaire Let's Divorce Novels & Stories

Whichever one the media decided on was none of my business. We continued talking, “so, what have you been up to? Are you still on the divorce?” He asked, I smiled politely. “Tell me you're still on it. Tell me I still stand a chance.” I dropped the glass on the table. “It's a lot more complicated than you think, actually “ “How so?” “You don't just get married to a billionaire and divorce him overnight unless he wants it.” I said, “He left New York for another woman. I think it's safe to say he wants it very much. Or wait, is he into both of you?”

He rubbed his temples, wondering if he'd said those cruel things just to lash out. His gut screamed not to divorce her, even though he knew he didn’t love her anymore. The settlement wasn't a concern; he’s a billionaire, with wealth from his company and inheritance. Even splitting it, he would still remain a billionaire. Signing would free him from the guilt of cheating on her every day, and he would finally be free to fuck anyone he wanted without any consequences. He could even bring those women to his house instead of hotels. Gloria had said she would take Annabel with her, leaving him free as a bird.

"You will." It was a splendid afternoon, and I would never forget my brother's excitement at the thought that he'd bake to his heart's content. But of course, like all good things, it couldn't last forever. Because later that day, I saw an article that said that the billionaire Theodore Linden-Hawthorne was going to get a divorce. And that his current partner was his old fiancée, Carmella Westenberg.

~SEBASTIAN~ Later that afternoon, Lyons called to confirm that he was done with the divorce papers as I instructed him. "About the divorce settlement, Mr. Frost -" "Make it one billion." "What?" He was surprised. I mean, I was the richest man in the country, and second in the world. How could I let my wife go with nothing to her name? "Make it a billion, Lyons." "Oh, okay. I will make those changes right away before I mail the papers to your house."

As usual, he always appears in the news, but this doesn't seem pleasing. News Broadcaster: "Popular billionaire business mogul auctions his multimillion-dollar company as he faces bankruptcy." I exhaled deeply after the news broadcaster narrated the news. I couldn't help but chuckle because I knew the reason for his action. He's trying to sell off his properties so he won't have anything to share with Paige when they officially divorce. "Well, that's his problem. He created it for himself, so let him face it," I sighed, picking up my phone to call Jason to find out why he hadn't arrived yet.

Sealed divorce documents on page three. “Divorce Rosalind?!” my mother shrieked, “You cannot divorce James.” I wanted a hole to open up in the floor and swallow me whole. “Do you know how much money it’s going to cost your father to have these deemed as false rumors?” she shook her head, scoffing and tossing the stack of tabloids on the table in front of her, but the one hiding behind the top cover caught my eye. Billionaire James Wood purchases multimillion dollar penthouse for mistress amid ongoing divorce.

Me, a fucking handsome, powerful billionaire, was being boxed out by my new bride. Obviously, I was out of my mind with anger and disappointment, and demanded that she move out. Joelle rolled her eyes and refused, but after one too many blowout fights, she finally agreed to move her shit into a cottage on the outskirts of my property. Then, I demanded a divorce. It was the natural next step. There was no fucking way I was going to stay in a sexless marriage. That shit is for losers and sad sacks, and there was no way I was going to stay leashed to such a fucking bitch.

Just then, his younger sister-in-law, Chelsea Willow, said, "Dad, Mom, what are you guys doing? If it hadn't been for Wilbur giving us fifty million dollars back then, we wouldn't have moved on from being regular folks to becoming billionaires with a booming supermarket business right now. Have you forgotten what Wilbur has done for us?" Wilbur's wife, Yvonne, roared. "Shut up, you! It's true that he gave us fifty million dollars, but he hasn't done anything in the past three years other than lazing around! We built the Willow empire on our own. He has nothing to do with it." Chelsea was just about to refute it when her father said, "There's nothing more for you to say. They're definitely ge

"But if you experience any discomfort, don't hesitate to call me." Riley was inside Zia's clinic, being evaluated. She smiled and said, "Thank you, Zia. You are an overprotective doctor." Zia sighed and responded, "It's the least that I can do after what my stupid cousin has done to you." "He is not your responsibility, but I thank you still," Riley conveyed. "I'm free now. I have signed the divorce papers." Riley told Zia about the divorce terms, and she was aghast. Zia reacted, "How could he? Brian's net worth should be around fifty million dollars. How could he give you so little?"

Her hands curled tightly round the fork she held, she dreaded the next words that would follow. “They said divorce is when mom and dad won't live together and they hate each other. Is that true? Jacintha’s mouth twitched. For a heartbeat, she considered remaining silent, letting Reid deflect. But no she couldn’t. She can't lie to her daughter, Vida deserves to know the truth. She inhaled and answered quietly, “Yes,” she said. The words landed, sharp and cold. Vida’s eyes widened. “Baby”, she began. But she was no longer looking at her food or Vida. She glared hard at Reid sitting across her on the table.